Ice Cream! Ice Cream! I scream for Ice Cream

I was walking downstairs from my apartment and before I reached the outside door I heard a familiar sound. A sound everyone who grew up in America can recognize. The Ice Cream Truck! I say The because we all know there is only one. Kinda like Santa Claus, everywhere all at once. I know it may look different each time but it's like the department store santas. They may look dissimilar but we know it's Santa here to bring us joy.

And the little boy in my squealed with delight and I felt the urge to bolt out the door running full speed down the street yelling Ice Creaaaaam at the top of my lungs!

I resisted. And now I'm sad. Let down. Like when I was a child I couldn't get money from mom fast enough and by the time I reached the street the music and the truck were a fading memory turning the corner out of reach, not to be back until tomorrow or if it was early enough on a summer day later that night just after dinnertime.

So many of the things from our childhood are dissapearing. Due to technology or due to the fact parents are too afraid to let there kids outside. I hope The Ice Cream Truck is never one of them.